everyone around you is greiving

Month: August, 2019

help me

to remember

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I remember the taste of

Dave’s cigarettes

circa ninety seven years old we were not but seventeen

in a car, a jetta, upwards north, fast like a fenzy, we

quit our jobs for a quick and sudden taste of the pacific northwest

how we could smoke inside that diner, next to sub pop, the mega mart,

below where we stayed, and we smoked cigarettes out the window, watching

the crocodile cafe in all it’s hidden late night wonders, and I

bought a CD and a shirt from a band I only heard for maybe

nine seconds with the headphones on, and how we found

cobain’s under the bridge, how we blew a tire

in aberdeen, how we found his high school,

and how we visited hendrix’s grave

and met young cloud who was

somehow hovering over the grave

him and his swollen feet and his

coming rain and his buddy

went by the name satan or god

ours to decide

the difference

I guess

sigh manifesto

breathe in breathe out

let the fog breathe in

let the fog breathe out

I spent my spent weekend

out of touch and out of reach

I was trying to write a song

about the way the river smell’d

in the morning where we met

and you were

there